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A Doubting Heart.
A DOTIBTINa HEART .
[ From " Legends and Lyrics , " a new volume of poems by Miss Adelaide Anne Procter . ]
¦ " . i ¦ ' . *• Where are the swallows fled ? Frozen and dead , Perchance upon some bleak and stormy shore O doubting heart !
Far over purple seas , They wait , in sunny ease , The balmy southern breeze , To bring them to their northern home once more
**• Why must the flowers die ? Prisoned they lie In the cold tomb , heedless of tears or ' rain
O doubting heart ! They only sleep below The soft white ermine snow , While winter winds shall blow , To breathe and smile Upon you soon again
. The sun has hid its rays These many days ; Will dreary hours never leave the earth
0 doubting heart ! The stormy clouds on high Veil the same sunny sky , That soon ( for spring is nigh ) Shall wake the summer into golden mirth
IV . Fair hope is dead , and light Is quench'd in night . What sound can break the silence of despair ?
O doubting heart ! Thy sky is overcast , Yet stars shall rise at last , Brighter for darkness past , And angels * silver voices stir the am
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Doubting Heart.
A DOTIBTINa HEART .
[ From " Legends and Lyrics , " a new volume of poems by Miss Adelaide Anne Procter . ]
¦ " . i ¦ ' . *• Where are the swallows fled ? Frozen and dead , Perchance upon some bleak and stormy shore O doubting heart !
Far over purple seas , They wait , in sunny ease , The balmy southern breeze , To bring them to their northern home once more
**• Why must the flowers die ? Prisoned they lie In the cold tomb , heedless of tears or ' rain
O doubting heart ! They only sleep below The soft white ermine snow , While winter winds shall blow , To breathe and smile Upon you soon again
. The sun has hid its rays These many days ; Will dreary hours never leave the earth
0 doubting heart ! The stormy clouds on high Veil the same sunny sky , That soon ( for spring is nigh ) Shall wake the summer into golden mirth
IV . Fair hope is dead , and light Is quench'd in night . What sound can break the silence of despair ?
O doubting heart ! Thy sky is overcast , Yet stars shall rise at last , Brighter for darkness past , And angels * silver voices stir the am